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The roof of the Hokage Building.
Lu Chuan's Baijue body is lying here. Usually no one comes up to this place, only Anbu who is everywhere will often move around.
Lu Chuan, who was basking in the sun, wore simple sunglasses, drank juice freshly squeezed by Bai Jue's ability, and lay on a recliner made by Mutun, feeling very good.
"This is life!"
Suddenly I don't want to leave.
Lu Chuan raised the cup in his hand, looked directly at the sun without fear, and sighed.
Suddenly, a strong repulsive force came from around him, as if it wanted to squeeze Lu Chuan out of this world.
Feeling this force, Lu Chuan slowly drank the juice in the cup, and then lay comfortably on the chair.
Bang!
With an explosion of air, Lu Chuan disappeared in place with a burst of blue air flow, and soon the Anbu who heard the movement came to investigate the situation.
But only the wooden reclining chair and an empty cup left on the top of the Hokage Building were found.
They looked at each other, at a loss.
Traveling through time and space, Lu Chuan was like a grasshopper climbing on a thread. He was suddenly bounced by the curved and straightened thread, and landed on a certain point on the thread again.
dark night.
A white figure suddenly appeared horizontally in the dark sky, and he kept falling towards the ground.
pat!
He fell on the roof of the Hokage Building and turned into a puddle of white mud.
Then slowly squirming, the pale white pupils in the eyes flowed continuously, forming a human figure again.
This thing seems to be cursing something in its mouth:
"Who special mother took my recliner away!"
He turned his head and saw that there were only four wooden branches firmly fixed on the roof of the building, and the rest of the deck chair seemed to have been sawed open by something.
Lu Chuan was very depressed, so he urged Mu Dun to regenerate a wooden recliner, and lay down on it again.
Chapter 177 Episode [-], The Nine-Tails Rebellion
Konoha Village at night.
The war is over.
The whole village shone with splendor, and several pieces of music were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish and understand.Crowds of unreasonable joy are crowded, and everything is covered under the surface of nothingness.
There are orderly stalls on the side of the road, all kinds of items, and the road that is not wide looks particularly orderly at this time.
The sound of inquiries and music drowned out the laughter of the crowd, and the noise swallowed up the tranquility of the night.
A drunken person slowly and gently opened the door of the izakaya, and was about to go out, when the voice of the boss who was also drunk came from behind:
"Yo! Thank you for your patronage!"
The drunken man put his hand on the door frame, turned sideways and raised his other hand, and greeted in a high voice:
"Ang! I will come again!"
Then he staggered out of the door of the izakaya, and the villager Konoha, who was transformed into Lu Chuan, was standing in front of the izakaya. He glanced at the drunkard who was walking away, and spit out:
"Why is it three years later! Is it worth three years after I have done so many things?!"
The voice of world awareness arrived as expected, and it sounded coldly from his mind, explaining why he only came three years later:
"Idiot, even if you do several times more than you do now, you will still come to this point three years from now."
Lu Chuan stopped and clenched his hands in his trouser pockets into fists. He couldn't help but shouted directly from the bottom of his heart in anger:
"So why on earth?!! I asked you several times and didn't tell you the reason?! I'm fucking you big..."
He said in his heart that Lu Chuan sideways avoided a drunk guy who was being supported by another person and walked crookedly on the road, then the world consciousness said in a contemptuous tone:
"As long as you are still a time traveler, let me ask you, how old was Naruto when he was in the Fourth World War?"
Lu Chuan wandered nonchalantly, turning his head from time to time to look at the children who were fishing for goldfish, and before he knew it, he had already walked in front of a huge tree.
He looked up at the tree, touched his chin, felt a little uncertain, and whispered speculatively:
"Emmm, maybe, 17 years old?"
World Consciousness seemed to nod his head, as if he had finally seen Lu Chuan as the prophet of the traverser, and then continued to explain to him:
"To be precise, he is 16 years old, and now, it is 16 years before the Fourth Ninja World War! And it will be October 10th in a few days."
16 years ago?It's all so close.
Lu Chuan turned around in front of the big tree, and stopped in the middle of the crowd. He didn't react for a while, blinked his eyes, and then understood something, and said in a deep voice:
"You mean...this year is, no, in a few days...Naruto is born?"
"...But what does Naruto's birth have to do with my staying here?"
Crowds are surging, flocking to every fork and corner of the road.They were attracted by the items on the stalls, and sometimes by the shouts of the vendors.